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The Rains Weep O'er Their Halls

Who: Robb Stark and YOU
Where: Outside of a bar
What: Arrival
When: 5/8
Warnings: Mentions of death and violence, ptsd. Drunken sex, NSFW.

[He isn't in the best mind frame as he's told where he is and that he is here for a reason. In his mind, he can still hear the "Rains of Castamere" and hear the screaming of his men. He can hear his mother begging for his life and see his wife on the floor. His death wrapped around him like a cloak, leaving him in a deep fog as he wanders, searching for something and nothing at the same time.

Eventually he finds somewhere that looks close enough to a tavern, but the act of opening the door is too much for his body, still sore and aching from his wounds. They may have healed, but he could still feel them. Some things couldn't be erased. With his hand on the door, he stands for a moment, staring at it, as though expecting it to warp and change.

There was someone next to him, but his thoughts are so jumbled, it's hard to make them out from the corner of his eye. He has to shake himself to remember he's blocking the entrance.]

I'm sorry. Am I in your way?

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They did. It would have been beautiful if not for the bridegroom.

When he began to choke, I was spirited away to a ship and taken to the Eyrie by Lord Baelish, until I was able to return to Winterfell.

[She nods.] It has suffered heavy losses. But Winterfell, and the North, still stand under the Stark name.

What did you make of the Tyrells?

[He's curious, especially if they were responsible for Joffrey's death.

There's a sign of sadness in his eyes, a longing that was hard to deny. Winterfell was standing and was back in their hands. It didn't erase his actions, but home was still there.]

I should have marched back North the moment it was taken. I didn't want to leave you.

Margaery was a good woman, and a good Queen, though I was not there for her reign. She was nothing but kind to me, when she arrived at King's Landing, and tried to get me out, hoping to marry me to her brother Loras.

[she has to laugh, just a bit.] In turn the Lannisters married me to the furthest thing from Loras they could find.

[She squeezes his hand.] Robb- do not blame yourself. You did what you believed was right. We cannot dwell on should-haves. I survived. And I learned a great deal in King's Landing, that has allowed me to stand here before you today.

Loras Tyrell? [It might have been a better alliance than what they got. He wasn't a fool, he knew why both Houses wanted to marry Sansa into their family. It had galled him to think that Tyrion might try to seize Winterfell and the North, but now, he only felt tired.]

It might have saved us grief if they managed it...so long as you were happy.

[It didn't matter much anymore. But he tries to smile at Sansa, squeezing her hand in return.]

You said Baelish helped you?

I wouldn't have said happy. [She was alive, and that was what had really mattered.]

He did. He helped me, but only where it would suit him. He was behind our family's misery as much as the Lannisters.

[She looks over to him, her eyes icy blue.]

I had him executed for treason.

I know. Mother said he was at the Tyrell camp and she apparently loathed seeing him. He betrayed our father. Why was it he saved you?

[He nodded, satisfied with that, even if it was strange Baelish would be in the North.]

Then he paid for his crimes. Someone did, at least.

To hear him tell it, he saved me because he loved me.

And perhaps he did. But more than that, he saw me as a person he could manipulate, and use. His ticket to the Iron Throne.

[Okay, that's nauseating, given his friendship with their mother.]

How would you help him get the Iron Throne?

[And Gods help him, he hoped she didn't want it. He certainly didn't. No man would want to be king, not if they knew what it entailed.]

Mother would cut his throat if she heard this.

[oh gurl you know so little]

It's... a very long story. But know he would stop at nothing to sit on the Throne, at any cost.

[She didn't. She wanted the North, and now she had it. She was the prettiest Stark in Winterfell.]

You'll be pleased to know, Arya did it for her.

Arya is alive?

[Baelish was forgotten. They had heard so little about Arya that it seemed unlikely that she had survived. It had caused their mother a great deal of grief and fueled Robb even further. It wasn't simply their father that deserved justice, but Arya as well. Especially Arya, as she was only a child, completely innocent of any schemes.

It was overwhelming to know that she survived, constricting his chest with emotion.]

What happened to her?

She is. And more formidable than ever. [She smiles, thinking of her sister for once in her life. So much has changed with regard to Sansa's relationship with her siblings. They're all adults now, and they've grown and learned.]

I'm not fully sure. I know she escaped King's Landing, then went to Braavos somehow after she met the Hound. [Yeah, seriously, she has no idea.] Should she arrive, you'll have to ask her. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed to tell you.

[He could only see her as his little sister in his mind, shooting an arrow from the stables as Bran tried to practice. It wasn't a surprise she could manage, she had always been fierce despite her size.

He couldn't imagine how she looked now, just as he never would have pictured Sansa this tall or so much older than he remembered.]

I wish mother were here to know that. She believed Arya was dead as well.

I should have known she would have escaped.

We all did.

It's a good thing she did. She would not have lasted long in King's Landing under Joffrey and Cersei's rule.

[And Sansa would not have survived on the road as Arya had.]

She said she almost made it to you. That... She arrived too late to the Twins, and was just outside the gates. [It's not her story to tell, though, and she takes Robb's hand again, squeezing it gently.]

She will have to tell you her own story. She'll be far better at it than I.

[He wasn't sure about that, but it was because he was surprised anyone could live through the Lannisters. Sansa and Arya lived, that was more than he believed possible.

The mention of the Red Wedding, that Arya was there, was disturbing. He nearly staggered back, feeling a sharp bolt in his heart again.]

Better she wasn't there. It was a slaughter.

Tyrion told me.

[He was the only one who gave her the facts. He had comforted her as best as he could, and sat by her side as she mourned. He was not a good husband, but he had at least treated her as a a human with feelings.]

Walder Frey was craven, as were all who participated. They feared you and the North. His family, too, was slaughtered.

[Aryaaaaa]

Arya survives, and Bran, we will make sure no one forgets the first King of the independent North.

[It's all too much, made worse by the news that Bran is alive. Now he has to question how real this place is and how real Sansa is. He's being told the things he wanted to hear, needed to hear.

He can only shake his head as he starts to feel overwhelmed and near a break down.]

Later. Tell me all of it later.

[So many lived, but he was dead. The North was free, but he was no longer king. He feels as if he is losing his mind.]

I will. Everything you wish to know.

It is much to take in, I know. Where are you staying? I can accompany you there.

[He gave her a grateful smile, putting his hand on her arm, reminding himself that she was truly here.]

It was some dome with a 2...I can't remember. Everything has been...

[Well, she can guess.]

Yes. I can imagine.

[it had been hard for her, but she'd had Theon here to help ease her into it all, and many others like Alex and Angel. Robb will have to meet them, in time.]

Are you hungry? I... I made lemon cakes the other day. [She looks up at him, hoping to charm him with the memories of home and her lemon cakes.]

[It was the right decision. Lemon cakes and Sansa, that makes him genuinely smile, even it still has a tinge of sadness to it.]

You learned how to make your own? What would Septa Mordane think?

I would like some.

I would hope she'd be proud of all I have learned.

Follow me, then. It will only take a moment for me to dash in and take them. [She doesn't know if Theon is there, but she doesn't want to invite that confrontation. Or any questions about their relationship yet.]

She would be.

[As would their father and mother. He didn't doubt that. Whatever they might think of him, Sansa had survived torture in King's Landing and the manipulations of Littlefinger and returned home.]

Do you stay in the home they gave you when you arrived?

[And she survived even worse than that. But she won't trouble Robb with those details. He need not know yet.]

No, I moved to a slightly larger one. It was better suited for what I needed. I wouldn't be surprised if Jon moved from his, soon. He has a beautiful girlfriend, I believe they may want to move in together, in time.

[Holding on to his arm to help guide him, Sansa leads the way to the dome she shares with Theon.]

[He had his own secrets to keep for now, but eventually, they would show their scars.]

Jon has a woman? [He pauses for a moment in his steps, wishing he had something of Jeyne's to carry with him. A necklace, a ring, something to remind him of her. What he feared most was her face disappearing from his mind, fading with time.

He squeezed Sansa's arm, taking a moment longer to let the wave of grief pass again. It would come in stages.]

He always said he didn't mean to be with a woman.

It is the third I've known him to have, yes.

[She's proud of Jon.] She's a wonderful woman at that, and one of my dearest friends here. We are business partners- oh I will have to show you the shop! [And immediately start working on some embroidery projects for Robb to wear.]

Another reason he took the Black, then? [She smirks] Jon's a handsome man, but this is the first I've heard of him saying that.

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